The Michaelis Graduate Show 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
The Michaelis School of Fine Art presents the 2009 Graduate Exhibition. Featuring final year work by the Honors and finishing Masters students, the annual exhibition has become a highly anticipated event in the Cape Town arts calendar. This year promises not to disappoint with a diverse and innovative selection of painting, sculpture, new media, print and photographic works from one of the country’s top art schools.
The exhibition opening looks to be a memorable one with an opening address by Riason Naidoo, the Director of the Iziko South African National Gallery. A stunning catalogue will also be available to accompany the work and refreshments will be served.
Curated by Justin Brett
Opening: Wednesday 2 December 2009, 18:00
Closes: Friday 18 December
Michaelis School of Fine Art
University of Cape Town
32 - 37 Orange Street
Gardens
8001
Cape Town
South Africa
posted by Tim Leibbrandt at 3:45 PM
12 Comments:
Mmmm, yum, Fresh Meat, should have bought those Subotzky's at R 1500 when I saw them thar, before Linda pumped them on the stock market
you did not buy those Subotzky's because they were overpriced. Even today you can buy better art for R 1500. a decade ago michaelis was scraping the bottom of the art barrel. is there any bottom left?
In my humble opinion, 11:11, not so true. As a Wits graduate it seems to me that the output from Michaelis is consistently of a higher standard, at undergrad and postgrad level.
Subotzky is a compelling story-teller, even if they aren't his stories. I would say R1500 isn't bad for a significant work by a rising star...
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Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
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me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?
Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh
[Verse One:]
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
[Chorus:]
You know very well who you are
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You had a goal, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty
[Verse Two:]
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
[Verse Three:]
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...
(It's all good)
...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
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Uh, yeah, a-ight
Biggie? Is that you? Wow, I can't believe it! What's heaven like? Oh, you're not in...oh. Well that's a shame. Anyway, give my regards to MJ!
who won the michaelis prize?
who won the michaelis prize?
Chris Swift
another fucking white male!what a surprise!!!!
you were expecting jon kope?
Call me morbid, call me pale...
haha
I can see why you remain Anonymous. Have you even SEEN Chris Swift's work? If anyone is pushing the art boat, it's him. And he does some hard work, too.
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